Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sports agent? But he's not an athlete.
Well, he was in San Francisco to meet his sports agent.
Don't flatter yourself. I have no wish to die.
- I don't want you kissing me, son! - Lexy, you sound like a real homophobe.
Uncle Albert? What's going on here? You're not dead?
May I have a quick charge first, sir? That trip was quite taxing.
Yo, get off me, man!
God, Charles, you really have a one-track mind.
and we gotta schlep this hunk of junk back into the city.
- Yeah. It's a pretty sick house, actually. - Uh, were you planning on inviting us?
- It's my uncle's funeral. - Uncle Albert?
you'd have enough money to buy your own house.
Perhaps I could run ahead and inquire about a charger.
That's my friend Lexy, you idiot.
Lexy, remember, don't talk. You'll give yourself away.
I'm sorry, sir. How can I help?
I didn't expect to see you in the Hamptons.
- Hey! - Why can't you be more like
Let's go find Jeffrey. He just took off.
Might be kind of fun to hit Freddie Miles' party.
What up, city bitch?
Let me make lemonade out of these lemons. Can I live?
- Yikes. - What did she say?
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Word.